Author: headgeek

You called me baby projecting your immaturity onto me, while I called you love projecting my desire.

Gone. You’re gone. And I miss you.

The last gasps of warmth, an Indian Summer of the soul before you fade into the dark and cold, winter come to your heart too early.

The leaves of fall Plummeting like Lucifers; for pride fallen.

The weight of evidence on the other side of the scale is tremendous, a burden of lies and deceit overwhelming the positive moments all too fleeting, like your attention.

Life is pain.  You choose which strain.  How you use it to grow.  Or shrink. But you know you cannot avoid it for long. Devoid pain, I think is mere death.

A true friend will look right into your heart of darkness and share with you their light, sacrificing for your happiness. Blazing and burning in the night, trading themselves for your bliss.

You wanted to be someone’s everything, Instead you became the most important thing in my world, the sun in my sky. But then you took off your ring and now I want to die.

You will not find greatness in a comfortable environment. If you seek for happiness you must strive for the firmament.

I saw the sadness darkening your eyes And your smile deteriorate into a smirk As you pushed me away with your lies And my speaking truth made me a jerk. I will always love the woman behind the mask and do anything for you.  Just ask.